swimming the stormy PCs

A comedian takes the stage, and looks out.
"It took bill cosby and michael jackson to make me realize that r. kelly...not so bad. I mean, come on, who among us has never peed on a teenager? Tell the truth. TELL THE TRUTH."
The audience laughs. Well, maybe.
That thought popped into my brain recently. Making oneself laugh is surely one of the keys to sanity in an insane world. I considered doing the bit at an open mic, but then i realized that by lumping these people together, i had possibly, unintentionally defined them by their skin color. So i thought of substituting woody allen. But that didn't feel as funny - i have a harder time being outraged by woody.
Just now, should i have said "woody and soon yi", to avoid denying her an active role in her own life? If i just say "woody", am i contributing to the message that something bad happened, and the accountability lies with him? Would that be victimizing a womyn who rejects her "victimization"?
The comedy sprang from some poetry that had been gestating in me, something like "eldridge cleaver is raping white wimyn, and flipper committed suicide" (flipper, or kathy, possibly killed herself due to captivity-induced depression).
But the comedy doesn't feel right, because of the accidental racial overtones. One shies away from expressing outrage over any actions of people of color, because one feels one should only be outraged at white folk...and also because you might be accused of having a racist agenda. Racial concerns have a tendency to impose themselves. Which, we must remind ourselves, is mostly a good thing. All political correctness stems from a place of good and necessary intent. Awareness grows, and change follows. But it can be so hard to speak openly without risking being misunderstood, and not just over race. Feminism, ethnic sensitivity, gay & binary awareness, speciesism, fighting an obesity epidemic without looking like a body-shamer...as tina fey said (approximately),"Just opening your mouth these days is playing landmine hopscotch".
It's strange to realize that i myself am capable of saying the wrong thing, or something that appears wrong. I know i'm much closer to being gender- and color-blind than most (let's assume that's a good thing). As one example, i just started watching "A Handmaid's Tale", and a housemate railed against it as feminist claptrap. I got his point, but it had never occurred to me that anyone might perceive the show as feminist, because i didn't perceive the hero as female. I just saw her as a person.
Another example, one in which i was suddenly on the wrong side of the moral argument even though i think i was on the CORRECT side (or more correct, perhaps...there can be layered, even contrary, levels of correctness). I recently heard a poem, in which the author excoriated her ex for not wanting to be identified by his skin color. She was outraged that he would deny his racial heritage. The PC crowd clapped their affirmations.
But...wait! Not defining yourself by skin/ethnicity/gender...isn't that a GOOD thing? Great, even?
Going back to my standup, the original words in my head were "Who among us has never peed on a teenage girl?" Those who appreciate the perverse dysfunction of our society, may have an initial laugh response to those words, though it probably takes only a couple seconds to cringe. But when you're creating comedy or art, you have to be able to go all the way to the edge...that's the only way you'll discover what's too far. Fifty years ago, maybe one artist in a hundred was capable of going to the edge. These days...one in a thousand? Just a thought.